It
was a typical mid-July day in Croydon, south-east England. Being the last day
of my education and the first day of the rest of my life, I was hoping that the
sunny weather would continue throughout the summer holiday. The heat was tempered
by a gentle breeze that tugged at my skirts as I strolled home without a care
in the world. Well, that wasn’t quite true!

The
cul-de-sac where I lived contained five detached houses that ringed the short
road. My step-mother’s house was at the end; and not only was it the biggest,
it sat on the largest piece of land. It was a gated community and fenced all
around. Apparently, the houses were built for government politicians, but were
put on the market after an expenses scandal.

I
slipped my bag off my shoulder and felt for my entry card and door key. I found
the card in the pocket, but not the key. I tried to remember when I last used
it but couldn’t recall leaving it out of my bag. My step-mum was usually home
by the time I arrived from the academy at 4 PM, But I was a couple of hours
early, because it was the last day of term.

I
swiped my card on the electronic gadget by the gate and waited for the
mechanism to open it wide enough for me to walk through. After waiting for the
gate to close, I passed the empty sentry box, and walked on toward the houses.
The first part of the road ran through dense fir trees, which was part of a
forest that encircled the five large houses.

I
strolled past the first house on my right, the Nakamura residence, then the
second house, which belonged to Jack Carrick. He was a handsome guy, who lived
with Claire, a particularly unpleasant and insular woman. She was constantly
complaining about one thing, or another, whereas Jack was always civil to me
and my step-sister. They didn’t have any children but owned a black Great Dane
who was the soppiest dog on the planet.

I
spotted Jack’s legs poking out from under the front of a van that was parked
halfway up his driveway. I heard the wheels of the board he was lying on,
scraping on the concrete – a familiar sound in the close.

I
carried on to my house and knocked on the door, hoping Audrey (I refused to
call her mum) had come home early. The house was silent, so I tried the side
gate and found it locked. Annoyed at my carelessness, I turned and looked down
the short cul-de-sac. I could walk back to town and take a stroll around for an
hour, or two…”

Then
I had a thought. Mum was friendly with Jack. Maybe she left him with a key with
him, in case of emergencies. I had the hots for the guy and thought that he
fancied me. I liked the way he glanced over my body when popping around to cut
the grass, or hedge. He was the type of man I could imagine taking my virginity
– someone mature and masterful.

I
made up my mind. It wouldn’t do any harm to ask, and if he didn’t have a key,
I’d stroll down to the town centre and do some window shopping. After checking
the time on my phone, I retraced my steps to the end of his drive and walked up
until I reached the van.

“Is
that you, Emma?” came a muffled question from beneath the car.

I
stopped beside the car, which was jacked up on my side. I was expecting him to
slide out from the front, but instead he came out head first beside me, where
the wheel was missing. He had an unrestricted view up my skirt and didn’t bat
an eyelid.

Standing
with my feet apart, I hesitated for a few seconds to give him enough time to
focus on my panties, then stepped back a tad. “Oh, sorry Mr Carrick, I, er… I thought…”

The
internet was awash with up-skirt sites and from his reaction, I wouldn’t have
been surprised if Jack was a fan of them.

“Nice
to see you, Emma…” He used the side of the car to propel himself free of the
car and then sat up on the board. “You’re home early.”

“Last
day at St Audrey’s and like a prat I forgot to take a key with me. I was
wondering…”

He
was on his feet, wiping his greasy hands on a rag. “…if Audrey left me with a
key?” I nodded hopefully. “I’m sorry, she didn’t, Emma. Let me get you a
lemonade or get you an ice cream from the fridge.”

“I
was thinking of walking back to town and doing some window shopping.”

“Look,
come in for a second. I want to ask you a favour.”

Having
been warned to beware of strangers, I was a cautious person, but I knew Jack
Carrick and felt totally at ease in his company. Clean shaven and suntanned, he
had boyish good looks for a guy in his late thirties – well I guessed he was under
forty. His hair was sandy-brown and unruly, while his blue eyes sparkled in the
sunlight.

I
followed him down the side of the house. We passed the side door to the house
and I waited while he opened the side gate. He had just closed it behind me
when Lady came bounding over. I braced myself for the onslaught. But Jack put
his hand out.

“Lady!
Stop!” The dog skidded to a halt on the dry grass and stopped dead in his
tracks.

She
sat down and looked from her master to me and back again at Jack.

“Good
girl.” Jack turned to me. “Emma, I was wondering if you would take her for a
walk over the spinney…”

Lady’s
ears pricked up on hearing the word ‘walk’. I was wearing my academy uniform
and didn’t fancy running through the woods wearing it. I wasn’t worried about
her behaviour, just my ability to keep an eye on an energetic dog.

“I’m
still in my uniform, Mr Carrick.”

“I’ve
told you before, Emma, it’s Jack. I would take her, but I have
to finish this motor for a friend of mine. You could leave your jacket
here and change your skirt. Claire is your size and she has plenty of shorts.”

Lady
was pulling a pathetic expression and made me feel sorry for her. I would
rather stay and talk to the sexy mechanic, but his offer of shorts got me
thinking.

I
turned to the dog. “Are you going to be a good girl, Lady?”

“Ruff!
Ruff!”

Jack
spread his hands. “What did I say?”

I
shrugged. “Okay, the exercise won’t do me any harm either.”

“Good,
come in and I’ll get you a can of lemonade.” After shutting Lady in the back
yard, I followed him through the back door into the kitchen. “Take a seat Emma.
You can leave your things on the table if you like.”

He
went to the fridge and fetched a can, which he placed in front of me. “I’ll
fetch some shorts and you can take your pick. I won’t be a second.” He
disappeared into the hall and hurried up the stairs.

It
was my chance to test his interest, after all he was handing me the opportunity
on a plate. I removed my jacket and placed it with my bag on the table, then
unfastened my skirt. I folded it and placed it on top, then strolled around the
kitchen drinking my lemonade.

Jack
walked in carrying several pairs of shorts and stopped dead in his tracks.
“Emma! What on earth are you doing?”

I
was leaning back against the kitchen sink. My white blouse was short and the
standard white cotton panties didn’t quite reach the hem, even though I had
pulled the panties up to accentuate my mons and pudendal dimple. I was standing
with my feet a foot apart sipping the drink. I was handing the man an image he
wouldn’t forget in a hurry.

“Oh,
sorry. I was just saving time…” I stepped forward.

“Emma,
you should have waited.” He was embarrassed and turned his back on me, then
placed the shorts on the table. “I’ll go back to the drive and carry on with my
work…”

“No,
wait a minute…” I cut him off on his way to the back door. “…wait until we see
if they fit.”

He
backed away and frowned at me. “Emma, I think you’re being wilfully naughty.”

“Please
sit down and wait until I’ve tried them on.”

He
hesitated for a few moments. “All right, but hurry up…”

He
backed away and sat down, so I took the top pair - boring black cotton – and
tried them on. I stood about four feet back, so the handsome mechanic could get
an eyeful of my body and pussy, especially when I lifted my leg into the
shorts. He never took his eyes off my nether region as I tried on each of the
four pairs. Was he thinking of having sex with me? I was certain he was.

I
took the fourth pair off and placed it on the table and then turned to show him
my ass. “Do you think my bottom is a nice shape, Jack?”

“Emma,
pick a pair. I have to get back to work.”

He
wasn’t playing, so I selected the light blue denim pair and pulled them on.
“These are great but a bit skimpy in the crotch.” I lifted my knee and showed
him that my panties showed. “Are you sure that Claire won’t mind me wearing
them?”

I
was disappointed, but I liked the way he ordered me around. “Will you be here
when I return?”

“Probably
not, but I’ll leave the Patio doors open for you.”

He
used the back door, while after grabbing my bag, I left the house by the patio
doors. Lady was excited to see me and raced off toward the bottom of the
garden. I had a chance to dream about Jack Carrick and all the wonderful things
we could do together if he didn’t have a partner.

Then,
when I thought about Claire, I couldn’t remember seeing her for several days. I
dismissed the thought and jogged after the energetic Great Dane.